7 Seconds Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Time. A mole. I kept the thought behind my teeth. Announcing a traitor inside a pack that was already fracturing from Caleb's mate drama and the Alpha's absence would cause panic. Panic made people stupid. Stupid got people killed. Theo arrived thirty seconds after I called. He looked at the chair. The cut restraints. The empty basement. His face didn't change but I could see his mind working behind those dark eyes. Cataloging. Calculating. Building a list of suspects with the cold efficiency of a man who trusted numbers more than people.

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.

aka Criminal I’ll pick you up at seven. My growl is louder than the one Gomez gave me. If Moon thinks I’ll be here at seven, he’s insane. Am I running away? Damn straight and that pisses me off even more. I don’t run away from trouble, I run toward it. But this trouble is of an entirely different nature. It’s colossal trouble with a capital T.

She was pale as paper and kept saying she was innocent. Christopher glared at her with hatred, but I knew it was fake. There were no cameras nearby, and even though he did see Lorelei push us into the sea, he'd forge evidence for his lover. Sophia's concern was unfounded. All I said was the truth, and as I'd predicted, Lorelei was released after 48 hours. I saw traces of fear on her face when she got out. A group of bodyguards stood around her, and no one could get more of her pictures.

The doctor simply wrapped my hand for me. "Ms. Houston has psychological problems. She needs to see a shrink." "I see. Thanks." After they left, only Jeffrey and I were in the room. I lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling indifferently. My soul seemed to float outside my body. Jeffrey was sad when he saw me like this. "Audrey... Please give me a chance to make up for you." That tranquilizer seemed to work. My heart used to be dead. But now I could remember even the most horrible days.

Danielle was speechless and looked at him in bewilderment. “How is it that you can open the door to my house with your key?” Karl tapped the handle and asked, “Don’t you think this lock looks new?” Danielle came to a sudden realization and asked, “You changed the lock to my house? I rented this place, Karl. You’re crazy.” ‘Crazy?’ Karl’s gaze darkened as he thought, ‘She’s become bolder.’ He went closer to her and asked, “Then, do you know that a crime committed by a psychopath is a different offense than that of normal people?”

He starts to struggle, but soon his body goes limp and his eyes flutter closed. I take a deep breath and try to push down the feeling of nausea that’s rising in my throat. Seth turns to me, his eyes dark and serious. “Are you ready?” I nod, my heart beating fast in my chest. I walk closer to the criminal and touch his head. I turn to Seth again and offer my hand to him. He smiles. “It’s always a pleasure jumping into someone else’s mind with you.” “It’s only possible because of your congenital weirdness.”

Sooner, I just found myself being dragged out of the police station. Yes. After months of looking for the criminal, the cops finally found him. It was such a very offensive accuse of them to count me as a suspect for killing you. But as soon as Terry found out, he luckily became the lead for finding the robber. That day when the night you called me, Terry came to your house and was supposed to drop a package that his mom sends you, but you weren't there. Perhaps, that's what he thought. But he saw this Franklin Weston — a wanted person in your town that cops are chasing after, came out of your house in the backyard. So stupid of him for being caught, but also quite stupid of Terry for not ch

Finally, at the very bottom of the safe, he found a marriage certificate. But when his trembling fingers opened it, the spouse's name read Melody Sand. Jared collapsed to the floor, his face as pale as paper. "This… This isn't possible!" Just then, his phone received a video from an unknown number. In the video, Melody and the two men were caught plotting everything—including how she staged her kidnapping, orchestrated the miscarriage, and framed me. Jared groaned in agony; he clutched his head, finally realizing the unforgivable mistake he had committed.

Though it was certainly an incredibly short moment, time seemed to flow very slowly. In an instant, breath rose to the throat, the heart pounded as if it would break the ribs, legs stretched with all their might while tensely drawn. The edges of Eugene's peripheral vision caught the attackers' white van and the attackers who were straightening from their crouched positions. The muzzles of submachine guns slowly turning in their direction. As Valentine had identified, there were three attackers. Three submachine guns as well.